In the dream, it seemed as though Michael Myers annually came after me (in the movies, that time is Halloween) and as that time was approaching I booked myself into a fancy, high rise hotel in an attempt to throw him off.
I figured that I wouldn't be in my usual surroundings so he'd have try harder to even locate me and I'd be in a building where there would be lots of people around, so it'd be safety in numbers (even though any fans of the movies would know that doesn't work.)
I made sure I booked myself into a room on a high floor, that way if he did manage to find out where I was, it would take him some time to get to my floor, giving me a chance to formulate an escape plan.
Everyone knew about my situation so I had eyes and ears everywhere, ready to alert me when necessary.
In my room, I didn't even want to watch any movies, TV, read, write or anything; I wanted to be on my guard at all times. I listened to every noise waiting for any clues or signs that he was approaching.
When nothing happened for a while I thought that maybe I had successfully managed to foil him, so I opened my door and asked a security guard what the current situation was. He told me that Myers had in fact been spotted in the area, my heart sank. How could he possibly know where I was?
When he was reportedly closing in even closer, I knew I had to leave and throw him off even further.
I had an escort in the form of a girl, whose job was solely to lead me to a place of safety and she led me briskly down a darkly lit street. She told me she was taking me to the house of a family she knew, and they would take me in.
However, something about her seemed 'off' to me and some of the things she was saying and doing didn't make any sense. It suddenly became apparent that I was in danger and had to somehow make my excuses and leave without alerting her to my fears.
Wednesday 27 April 2016
Tuesday 26 April 2016
Dream Diary #103 + #104: Late! For an Unimportant Date! + Camera Obscura
(I actually had the first dream over a week ago, but never got round to writing it down)
I had gotten my old job in a toy store back, but wasn't entirely enthused about going back into customer service as I felt like I'd evolved past that kind of a job, but as jobs are rather thin on the ground, I didn't feel like I could refuse to take it.
I put off getting ready for my first day for so long that when I looked up at the clock, I was already late and I still had to catch the bus into town to get there. So, I quickly got ready and rushed out of the house.
Strangely, I found myself already in town and just a few minutes away from where the store was located, so although I'd be late I wouldn't be as late as I would've been had I had to catch the bus.
However, it seemed that the whole town was celebrating, what looked like St. Patrick's Day, as the streets were filled with drunken and rowdy revellers that I had to dodge in order to get to where I wanted to be.
Eventually I made it to the store, which looked nothing like the place in real-life and instead looked like a multi-storey department store, with various different businesses located on each floor.
The floor I found myself on strangely resembled another previous job I had - the one I had before the toy store - a call centre/office environment. But when I asked at reception which floor I needed to be on, nobody could give me a straight answer. It's like it didn't exist.
I migrated onto the office floor, asking various people if they knew where the toy store was located, but none of them could answer either. I figured I was already late, and was going to make a horrible impression on my first day anyway that I stopped rushing and even ended up in the canteen and ate some food. No-one there could give me a direct answer either.
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I was at the airport about to board a plane but where usually you'd have to either walk through a tunnel or have a short walk across the runway, my fellow passengers and I had to walk across a huge grassy cliff with a huge bridge to the side of us.
We seemed to be in a foggy, high rise city surrounded by skyscrapers so I whipped out my camera to snap some pictures along the way.
However, I wasn't the only one enamoured by the stunning landscape and people kept standing in my way and obscuring my view. I tried to avoid them by getting in front of them, gradually inching my way closer and closer to the edge of the cliff, to the point where I would've fallen off if I'd have gotten any closer.
I appeared to be travelling alone but once on the plane I found myself seated next to the spouse of a famous female UK TV personality. In real-life, the couple have had some widely publicised marital problems, but listening to him speak, he couldn't stop gushing about her and how he had planned a special surprise for her when the plane took off.
He'd arranged for fireworks to go off and spell her name in the sky, but when the plane left the runway, the fireworks malfunctioned and it didn't work. He looked visibly upset and angry.
However, while most women would've still appreciated the effort, she seemed very cold and dismissive of him. I was puzzled as to why as she had already publicly forgiven him for his indiscretions and worked through their problems, so I couldn't figure out why she was so harsh on him.
Later in the journey I found myself sitting next to her acting as an unofficial counsellor/therapist.
I had gotten my old job in a toy store back, but wasn't entirely enthused about going back into customer service as I felt like I'd evolved past that kind of a job, but as jobs are rather thin on the ground, I didn't feel like I could refuse to take it.
I put off getting ready for my first day for so long that when I looked up at the clock, I was already late and I still had to catch the bus into town to get there. So, I quickly got ready and rushed out of the house.
Strangely, I found myself already in town and just a few minutes away from where the store was located, so although I'd be late I wouldn't be as late as I would've been had I had to catch the bus.
However, it seemed that the whole town was celebrating, what looked like St. Patrick's Day, as the streets were filled with drunken and rowdy revellers that I had to dodge in order to get to where I wanted to be.
Eventually I made it to the store, which looked nothing like the place in real-life and instead looked like a multi-storey department store, with various different businesses located on each floor.
The floor I found myself on strangely resembled another previous job I had - the one I had before the toy store - a call centre/office environment. But when I asked at reception which floor I needed to be on, nobody could give me a straight answer. It's like it didn't exist.
I migrated onto the office floor, asking various people if they knew where the toy store was located, but none of them could answer either. I figured I was already late, and was going to make a horrible impression on my first day anyway that I stopped rushing and even ended up in the canteen and ate some food. No-one there could give me a direct answer either.
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I was at the airport about to board a plane but where usually you'd have to either walk through a tunnel or have a short walk across the runway, my fellow passengers and I had to walk across a huge grassy cliff with a huge bridge to the side of us.
We seemed to be in a foggy, high rise city surrounded by skyscrapers so I whipped out my camera to snap some pictures along the way.
However, I wasn't the only one enamoured by the stunning landscape and people kept standing in my way and obscuring my view. I tried to avoid them by getting in front of them, gradually inching my way closer and closer to the edge of the cliff, to the point where I would've fallen off if I'd have gotten any closer.
I appeared to be travelling alone but once on the plane I found myself seated next to the spouse of a famous female UK TV personality. In real-life, the couple have had some widely publicised marital problems, but listening to him speak, he couldn't stop gushing about her and how he had planned a special surprise for her when the plane took off.
He'd arranged for fireworks to go off and spell her name in the sky, but when the plane left the runway, the fireworks malfunctioned and it didn't work. He looked visibly upset and angry.
However, while most women would've still appreciated the effort, she seemed very cold and dismissive of him. I was puzzled as to why as she had already publicly forgiven him for his indiscretions and worked through their problems, so I couldn't figure out why she was so harsh on him.
Later in the journey I found myself sitting next to her acting as an unofficial counsellor/therapist.
Wednesday 13 April 2016
Dream Diary #102: Seasons in the Sun, Rain & Snow
I jetted off to be reunited with my love once again. All wounds and rifts had been healed, all misunderstandings had been cleared up and I was so happy to get a second chance to be together again.
But while everything was harmonious between ourselves, the same couldn't be said about the world around us. From the moment I set foot on solid ground it seemed everything started to go wrong.
The driver that my love had arranged to pick us up from the airport didn't show up and when he called to check where he was, the driver told him that he wasn't coming because he had been drinking. My love cursed him out for drinking when he knew he was supposed to be driving.
Apparently since there didn't seem to be any alternative methods of transport available, our only option was to walk.
So we got walking.
The journey was apparently so long that the seasons started to change along the way. Our surroundings changed from a notably Summery atmosphere to an Autumnal one.
Jokingly, I said "Well it could be worse, it could be snowing!" but my love scolded me for even mentioning snow as Winters were extremely harsh there and evidently just mentioning snow could make it appear.
And that's exactly what happened, slowing our journey even further.
To make matters worse, when we eventually arrived at our destination the apartment wasn't even ready for us to move in! We had to sleep outside until it was ready.
I assured my love over and over that it was okay and that I was just so ecstatically happy we were together again that it didn't matter if things weren't perfect, but I could tell that the constant slew of setbacks were wearing him down.
I gave him some space and went through my suitcase which was now filled with clothes that either didn't fit or suit me anymore.
The next morning I went to go and see him, but he wasn't where I thought he was. I looked for him and eventually found him on the roof, where he'd apparently slept, clutching a bottle of Jack Daniels (strange seeing as though he doesn't drink.)
He wasn't suicidal, just sulky and morose. It took some convincing but eventually I was able to 'talk him down.'
But while everything was harmonious between ourselves, the same couldn't be said about the world around us. From the moment I set foot on solid ground it seemed everything started to go wrong.
The driver that my love had arranged to pick us up from the airport didn't show up and when he called to check where he was, the driver told him that he wasn't coming because he had been drinking. My love cursed him out for drinking when he knew he was supposed to be driving.
Apparently since there didn't seem to be any alternative methods of transport available, our only option was to walk.
So we got walking.
The journey was apparently so long that the seasons started to change along the way. Our surroundings changed from a notably Summery atmosphere to an Autumnal one.
Jokingly, I said "Well it could be worse, it could be snowing!" but my love scolded me for even mentioning snow as Winters were extremely harsh there and evidently just mentioning snow could make it appear.
And that's exactly what happened, slowing our journey even further.
To make matters worse, when we eventually arrived at our destination the apartment wasn't even ready for us to move in! We had to sleep outside until it was ready.
I assured my love over and over that it was okay and that I was just so ecstatically happy we were together again that it didn't matter if things weren't perfect, but I could tell that the constant slew of setbacks were wearing him down.
I gave him some space and went through my suitcase which was now filled with clothes that either didn't fit or suit me anymore.
The next morning I went to go and see him, but he wasn't where I thought he was. I looked for him and eventually found him on the roof, where he'd apparently slept, clutching a bottle of Jack Daniels (strange seeing as though he doesn't drink.)
He wasn't suicidal, just sulky and morose. It took some convincing but eventually I was able to 'talk him down.'
Tuesday 12 April 2016
Dream Diary #101: Dream Mother
I was hiding out in a luxurious hotel room with my father, who looked nothing like my real-life father and actually resembled Kevin Spacey a bit?
I wasn't the age I am now, I felt like I had regressed back to being a teenager (about 13/14 or so) and I was living in a hotel with my father because my parents were in the middle of a custody battle over me.
I wasn't necessarily 'held captive' by him, but I got the sense that he was a powerful, rich man and had purposely whisked me away to live in a hotel so that my mother couldn't communicate with me and vice versa.
For much of the first part of the dream I was lead to believe my mother was the bad person and that not seeing her was 'for the best.' I was very distracted by the lavish lifestyle my father could provide me and spent much of my time hanging around expensive stores and restaurants.
A group of teenage girls with wealthy parents befriended me and it was nice having someone to hang out with and share my days with.
One evening we were hanging out in my hotel when they revealed that they weren't all they seemed; they had been hired by my mother to infiltrate my life and set up a meeting with her. They told me my mother was waiting for me in a specific cafe and if I wanted to meet up with her, I could go down there. They would stay in the hotel room and cover for me if my father returned.
Of course, I went down to the cafe.
At first I couldn't see my mother (who didn't resemble my real-life mother either) but that's because she was disguised as a waitress. When she caught sight of me, she took her break and sat at a table with me.
She asked me if I was truly happy living with my father and if I said 'yes' she would accept it and leave me alone. If I said 'no' then the teenage girls she'd hired would help me pack up my stuff and assist me with getting out of there.
As it turned out, she wasn't 'the bad guy' after all; she had just pissed off my father somehow (given her penchant for disguises and hiring others to do her bidding, I sensed she was a spy or an undercover agent of some kind) and he was taking out his anger on her by kidnapping me.
I knew I wasn't truly happy living with my father, I just enjoyed the luxury his lifestyle provided but knew it wouldn't bring me long-term happiness, and agreed to get my new friends to help me escape, which they did.
The night I decided to escape, my father had fallen asleep in the hotel room in front of the TV and as we were packing up, I worried he would wake up and demand to know what was going on.
One of the girls informed me that they'd spiked his drink with sleeping pills so he was out for the count and wasn't likely to wake up any time soon.
I wasn't the age I am now, I felt like I had regressed back to being a teenager (about 13/14 or so) and I was living in a hotel with my father because my parents were in the middle of a custody battle over me.
I wasn't necessarily 'held captive' by him, but I got the sense that he was a powerful, rich man and had purposely whisked me away to live in a hotel so that my mother couldn't communicate with me and vice versa.
For much of the first part of the dream I was lead to believe my mother was the bad person and that not seeing her was 'for the best.' I was very distracted by the lavish lifestyle my father could provide me and spent much of my time hanging around expensive stores and restaurants.
A group of teenage girls with wealthy parents befriended me and it was nice having someone to hang out with and share my days with.
One evening we were hanging out in my hotel when they revealed that they weren't all they seemed; they had been hired by my mother to infiltrate my life and set up a meeting with her. They told me my mother was waiting for me in a specific cafe and if I wanted to meet up with her, I could go down there. They would stay in the hotel room and cover for me if my father returned.
Of course, I went down to the cafe.
At first I couldn't see my mother (who didn't resemble my real-life mother either) but that's because she was disguised as a waitress. When she caught sight of me, she took her break and sat at a table with me.
She asked me if I was truly happy living with my father and if I said 'yes' she would accept it and leave me alone. If I said 'no' then the teenage girls she'd hired would help me pack up my stuff and assist me with getting out of there.
As it turned out, she wasn't 'the bad guy' after all; she had just pissed off my father somehow (given her penchant for disguises and hiring others to do her bidding, I sensed she was a spy or an undercover agent of some kind) and he was taking out his anger on her by kidnapping me.
I knew I wasn't truly happy living with my father, I just enjoyed the luxury his lifestyle provided but knew it wouldn't bring me long-term happiness, and agreed to get my new friends to help me escape, which they did.
The night I decided to escape, my father had fallen asleep in the hotel room in front of the TV and as we were packing up, I worried he would wake up and demand to know what was going on.
One of the girls informed me that they'd spiked his drink with sleeping pills so he was out for the count and wasn't likely to wake up any time soon.
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